Hellhound Poems - Poems about Hellhound

i sit in this hot shower and my bones feel cold. my brown hair is falling out as i wash my legs on this floor and i wonder if you would wash my hair for me. if you would kiss my scalp while i cry and i will hope you cant see my tears but...

Continue reading...

5/16/21 It's been an ugly couple Of years and a yucky struggle Stomping in muddy puddles With bloody knuckles Before smelling and picking honeysuckle Got to wise up, and make the money double Despite the stress and hunger pains in my tummy muscles It's seeming stark Occasionally I'm seeing stars Far away like Mars As I'm proceeding in the dark Yet another human being's art It's always beating,...

Continue reading...

Whenever I'm up to something, A hellhound chases me, A gory figure with blood oozing out The bloody dog growls and roars at me; "I'm the one to decide your fate!" The ferocious ghoul bites and tears the life apart; This hideous cycle of birth and death forth repeats, And the hound is the guard forever! We call it money, And something that's...

Continue reading...

The great dog down the street, Hellhound I would hate to meet, With its coat of brown and black, Huge teeth and big clawed feet. Dark growl devilishly deep, Makes my skin shiver and creep, Eyes alight with evil glow, Body crouched ready to leap. It escaped its yard one day, Lurked baleful in my driveway, Stood and would not go home, So inside I had...

Continue reading...

Doggone it, that blasted pup irks me He thinks he’s my Mom’s fav’rite pee wee He grabs harmful toys From rascally boys Then chews them while gloating, bad beastie! I’m coming for you, Mr. Hellhound I’ll see you returned to the pet pound The blues you will...

Continue reading...

When death comes around Try not to be found Hard to get away from a HELLHOUND They stay mean and tightly wound Can smell you even off the ground Up and down, Even round and round Won't stop till your in the mound Their growl a demonic sound Chewing up your flesh pound to pound Flesh from bone no longer bound He will come around Knows...

Continue reading...

The evening's gloom of mistic glow. Cast it's spell for all to know. Deep down indide the dark morass. Where beast's do dwell in the lowest class. Above the fray looms pious air. Consumed by those who just won't share. The day before the last day came. Somehow they all wound up the same. Heaven scented plumes of ruse. Lingered only to confuse. The Spellbound...

Continue reading...